I’ll Be the Male Leads Sister-in-Law

Xie Xuanchen finally managed to annoy Mu Mingtang even more.

When Mu Mingtang was first kissed by Xie Xuanchen, although she was surprised, she didn’t reject it and was even very shy. Mu Mingtang was angry yesterday because she was more embarrassed than angry. She felt shy to face Xie Xuanchen, so she could only bluff her way through.

After turning in for the night, Mu Mingtang’s embarrassment was almost entirely gone. She and Xie Xuanchen were already husband and wife, considered to even be an old couple. It was no big deal to admit that they liked each other or anything.

She endured being kissed by Xie Xuanchen, but his added words really pissed her off.

It was embarrassing for Mu Mingtang to realise that she was the one who misunderstood the meaning, but the bastard actually said that it was fine as well? To hell with that! Mu Mingtang glared at Xie Xuanchen angrily, showing him that this time, she was truly pissed.

Xie Xuanchen was a typical coward in the nest. Whenever Mu Mingtang got angry, he became weak. He immediately acted innocently and became frail, his movements skillful and limp with ease.

He already looked pretty, which caused others to be unable to hate him on a daily basis. But now that he was acting obedient and pitiful, it was even harder to dislike him.

Mu Mingtang looked at the elderly ‘patient’ in front of her before she felt both angry and helpless, feeling exhausted physically and mentally.

Xie Xuanchen was obsessed with pretending to be sick, unable to be independent and was willing to do anything to gain the advantage. In the next few days, Xie Xuanchen drank all the bitter medicine that Mu Mingtang brought without saying a word, but after drinking it, he always took the opportunity to ask for some compensation.

He never thought about leaving and he didn’t have time to pay attention to what was going on outside. At this time, there was already an uproar in the capital over the peace talks.

Both Beirong and the Ye Dynasty tore away the sense of amiability that they held a few days ago and quarrelled over a clause or even a word.

Today, because of the issue of the border, the Ministry of War and the envoys of Beirong were in a stalemate. The Emperor personally agreed for the troops to be withdrawn from the border to have the two countries trade with each other. However, the location of the market and where to draw the line of the border became a rather touchy issue.

These things were all tacitly known before, so they were never mentioned on the spot. Now that the people from the two countries were communicating with each other, they realised that their misunderstandings about the other party’s boundaries were quite serious.

For this reason, the Ministry of War had many conflicts in their point of view with Beirong. The Beirong people thought that they had made a huge concession by abolishing the annual tributes, which was why they were not willing to give an inch of tolerance when it came to the border lines. Ultimately, they insisted on using Suicheng and Zhuozhou as the border of Beirong.

Of course, the Ye Dynasty did not allow it, but this time, the people of Beirong did not relent. Because of this, the Minister of War worried about losing his hair to stress every day. It became a daily routine to stare at the map on the table in a daze before his eyes glanced over a name.

Qiyang.

Qiyang!